Golden Greenery

"What were you busy writing just now?" He looked curiously at the scrawled and messy menu on the table.

"I...just saw you walking out of the alley and telling those flowers what they were saying, so I couldn't help but...write this song." That strange yet familiar creative feeling made Zhuoyang completely obsessed with the beautiful artistic conception. , fell in love with this incomparable girl in front of him.

"Is it... because I... wrote it?"

"Yes,."

"Thank you...can you play it for me?" The eyes that looked at Zhuo Yang were full of affection.

Like all high-end Western restaurants, every restaurant on the Left Bank has an upright piano placed in the corner as a decoration. Zhuoyang is not that showy. He has not shown off in the Florence branch. Fortunately, the timbre and intonation of this Fazioli are very good.

Zhuo Yang played the music he had just composed, the first composition in his life. The soothing and quiet opening in F major flows from the fingertips, and the world once again becomes a sea of ​​flowers.

The music perfectly reproduces the dreamy mood, as if the flower fairy is dreaming in a fairyland in a fairy tale. The movement becomes the language of flowers, and the notes and bars are shyly blooming flowers.

I heard praise and deep love from the sound of the piano, and heard Zhuo Yang's praise of beauty.

It’s not that this world is not beautiful, it’s just because I haven’t met you yet. With you, my world can be perfect. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever met, and I have no regrets in this life.

The song ended, and the lingering sound lingered, and he and she were already looking at each other. His eyes were as clear as springs, and her eyes were slightly drunk, and the similar love could not be dissolved.

"Brother Zhuoyang, can you give me this piece of music?"

"This music,

It was originally made for you. "Zhuo Yang took out his pen, carefully wrote 'Dedicated to Christine Josephine' at the bottom of the score, and handed it to her. At this point, the classic song "Christine Fantasy" was officially born. Later, Also known in the industry as "Fantasy Song of the Flower Fairy·zhyop1", Zhuo Yang's No. 1 piano music.

", this is the first piece of music I have ever composed, and I am very honored to dedicate it to you."

The bud of love is quickly growing and spreading in Zhuo Yang's heart, but time is always the enemy of everything. It's time to go to the airport.

"..."

"Brother Zhuoyang..."

The two people started speaking together and then stopped together.

"I have to go now……"

"I have to go now……"

They spoke together and stopped together.

"I'll take you in." Zhuo Yang stood up. At this time, he was so happy that he didn't realize that it was time to go back to school and go back to Hannover.

"It's time for me to go to the airport, school starts..., the plane passes through Milan..."

Zhuo Yang immediately cheered and smiled even more like a fool. "Isn't this a coincidence? Is this a coincidence?" At this moment, his tone was like Yue Yunpeng talking about cross talk.

What a coincidence? This was clearly a specially planned route. No wonder they say men in love become stupid.

"Five o'clock! Flying to Milan, I am also on this flight. Isn't it a coincidence?" I also live on Qianmen Street.

The two of them were as happy as two fools. They picked up their things and jumped around and headed straight to the airport. It wasn't until they left for a long time that Michelangelo Square seemed to have returned to the mortal world. Only the dreamy music still lingered gracefully in the flower alley.

Florence is only less than 300 kilometers away from Milan. Most of AC Milan's away games usually come by bus. The flight, including takeoff and landing, takes less than an hour. Good times are short, and Zhuo Yang couldn't bear to lift his butt from his seat.

The flight only stopped in Milan for 20 minutes to board and disembark. Among the passengers destined for Milan, Zhuo Yang was the last to get off the plane. If he didn't get off the plane, the police would be called. He turned around and said goodbye reluctantly, and started running as soon as he entered the passage.

Zhuoyang ran to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal building in one breath. The flight from Florence was docked outside the window. He was in the window and she was in the porthole, still staring deeply at them from a distance of dozens of meters.

The plane was dragged by the tractor and slowly slid into the runway. Soon it roared off the ground and continued to fly towards the north. It was taken away. Zhuoyang felt deeply disappointed in the reluctance to let go.

After standing alone by the window for half an hour, his eyes were still following the direction in which the plane left. At this time, he should have crossed the Alps and reached the sky above Germany.

Go to the parking lot to retrieve his car, Zhuo Yang slowly drove away from Linate Airport and rushed towards Milanello. Tomorrow is the league match. According to team regulations, all players on the roster must check into Milanello before nine o'clock tonight. Zhuo Yang will stay tomorrow night.

On the way back, Zhuo Yang clearly knew that he was in love again this time, with a little girl he had met six years ago, but he didn't know what was the difference between this love and the previous four times, except that it seemed like it came. More violent.

I really want to talk to her again and look at her a few more times, her eyes are so beautiful. Zhuo Yang calculated his schedule and found that his next trip to Hanover would be in half a month. damn it! He wailed in his heart, feeling that this half month would be as far away as 150,000 years.

Because she was so incredibly beautiful, even when she was little, Zhuo Yang was deeply impressed at first sight. Ever since I met the 13-year-old six years ago, she has been the most beautiful and beautiful woman Zhuo Yang has ever seen in his life.

What is the difference between this time and the past? He seems to be more eager to see her than he was when he wanted to see Risakova all day long during his 'first love'. Her voice is even better than Xiaoqing's, very soft, and hearing her voice can make people forget all their worries.

Her body shape is more symmetrical and graceful than Beverly's. Beverly is a bit too tall. There is a big difference in their looks. Although Beverly is also very good-looking, she is very in line with her own aesthetics and is perfect.

Her eyes are as big as Yumei's...

Suddenly, Zhuoyang braked and stopped in the middle of the road. He was frozen in time and space as if he had been struck by lightning.

The eyes that had been appearing in her dreams turned out not to be Yu Mei's, but! Yumei's eyes are the black of the East, while her eyes are the light and pure blue in the dream.

Oh my gosh! I have often dreamed about these eyes since six years ago. A few days ago, she seemed to have endless things to say to me in my dream. For six years, I always thought those were Yu Mei’s eyes, but six years ago I had not reunited with Yu Mei.

I always wonder why I dream about Yu Mei. This makes me very puzzled, but I can't ask others. It turns out that what I have been seeing in my dreams has been since six years ago. At that time, she had already lived in Entered my heart.

I fell in love with it six years ago!

This discovery shocked Zhuo Yang and made him even more panicked. He was afraid that if he missed it today, he would miss it in this life. He couldn't wait to tell him: I love you, I have loved you for six years.

Turning around on the one-way lane, Zhuo Yang drove in the opposite direction while slamming the accelerator, ignoring the angry horns in front of him. At this moment, the whole world could not stop him from looking for it.

Italian men are effeminate and like to drive petite and exquisite cars. Zhuo Yang relied on his bm-x7's big body and round waist to scare people by honking the horn loudly until he turned back to the normal direction at the next intersection.

Fuck collective housing! Fuck the game! I'm going to Hannover, I'm going to find it!

Zhuo Yang had heard that the school rules and access control system of Keithman Business School were extremely strict, but he didn't care. He would break into Keithman Business School even if he followed Cui Yingying's example of Zhang student's night party.

I want to see her, not call her, I want to say to her face to face: I love you!

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